Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 223

For a moment, Crystal became a celebrity in the upper circle of Fairby. Some people sighed with emotion at her luck to be able to marry Harold accidentally. They completely forgot that they used to laugh at her for being a widow. Some people were waiting for news of her death. After all, everyone in Fairby knew about Harold’s means.

Crystal didn’t know that she was famous. She was awakened by the alarm clock and got up in a daze to brush her teeth and wash her face. After washing up, she was about to change her clothes. Suddenly, she realized something and looked at Harold, who was standing in the cloakroom. “Why are you still here?”

Harold watched the whole process of her cleaning up and said calmly, “Are you sure you cleaned your face with your eyes closed?”

Crystal was speechless.

Harold said, “Come and let me have a look.”

Crystal walked over slowly and raised her pale little face. “It’s clean.”

Harold held half of her face. The little girl’s skin was soft and tender, and the feeling was very good. He pinched Crystal’s cheek and said, “Your face is clean, but what about your teeth?”

“Ah-” Crystal opened her mouth to show him.

Taking advantage of this, Harold lowered his head and licked the tip of her tongue. After tasting a little bit of toothpaste, he smiled and said, “Yes, it’s clean.”

Crystal was speechless.

a little confused as she stared

and said, “Let’s go

sat down at the dining table. She stared at Harold and said, “You

in front of her and said,

Crystal was speechless.

admitted

angry that she didn’t want to sit opposite him. She took the bowl, sat

breakfast, Crystal wanted to go to Christy’s studio. Harold picked up the

“I want Paul to see me off. I don’t

Luke had specially arranged for Crystal. At this

him indifferently. Paul’s legs went limp and he quickly said, “Young Madam, I suddenly remembered that there’s something I have to attend to. I might not be

now.”

Crystal was speechless.

shoulder and said, “Look, Paul has something to

nothing to

and said, “How could it be, Young Madam? I really have something to do

in the back seat of Harold’s Maybach

door of the driver’s seat and